Wang Dali didn't know where Guanyin Gate was, but since someone was giving porridge, Wang Dali naturally had to follow. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Although he had just eaten a small half of a turnip, this thing was completely untouchable, and he had only walked a few steps before he melted in his stomach. Now, Wang Dali's stomach is hungry again, and because of the little radish he ate just now, he seems to be even hungrier than just now.

Wang Dali didn't think about how to go back at this time, anyway, the Tugu Temple was no longer there, and even Zhao Zhuang didn't seem to be there. Besides, he is not surnamed Zhao, and he may not be able to get any benefits when he goes back, and the most important thing is to fill his stomach first.

Hungry like this, Wang Dali followed these people for a while, chatted with these people by the way, and soon met a few people. Among these people, one of them didn't say anything, just cried along the way, according to others, this person's name was Zhao Ergou, and his whole family ran out of him alone. There is also a thin man named Dong Erhei, although there is a black character in the name, the person is not black, several people in their family have run out, but they ran away when they ran away at night, and now his mother-in-law and children have run away, and I don't know if I can find it. Of course, there are many people who are still together as a family. But they're all homeless.

"Second Brother Dong, don't worry, maybe sister-in-law and they also heard that there is a soup kitchen in Guanyinmen, and they also got there?" A person said to Dong Erhei.

"Yes, Liu Sanxi is right. I think in another seven or eight days, the water will be able to recede. When the time comes, we can rush back and plant some food, and maybe we can ......," said another.

Wang Dali shook his head, he knew that this was probably just a good wish, and the water might not be able to recede so quickly. Not to mention anything else, he had already seen a lot of rivers break along the way. Who knows how long it will take for this water to recede, and those fields, if they are soaked in the flood for half a month, then they will all become quagmires, and if you want to farm, you have to do a lot of treatment, so that at least the early rice is absolutely hopeless, as for the late rice, which is several months, who has been through the flood, and can still have food that can be eaten for a few months? Unless the owner is willing to borrow, it's just that even if the owner is willing to borrow...... I think that back then, when Wang Dali and his father were still there, they used to have a house and a field at home, and their lives were boundless, but unfortunately there was a drought that year, and there was no harvest in the fields, so I had to borrow the money of the old lady Zhao in Zhao Zhuang, and then ...... The family's fields were all surnamed Zhao, and then ...... Wang Dali sighed. "The old thing of the dog day, this time it's probably dead, right? The whole family is dead! When the water recedes, Lao Tzu will go back and plant the land of Lao Tzu's family, anyway, the old thing and the whole family are dead! If you have land, you can find a mother-in-law in the future, and you can't really cut off your children and grandchildren! ”

Wang Dali thought like this, and walked forward with everyone, because with this thought, he didn't seem to be as hungry as just now, but he forgot one thing, that is, even if Mrs. Zhao's whole family died, the title deed was washed away by water, and he had no food to support himself to grow the next season's grain. He didn't even have a seed for food. But at this time, Wang Dali didn't think about it so much, just indulged in his own fantasies. This fantasy gave him strength and made him feel more and more energetic as he walked.

Gradually, a huge wall faintly appeared in front of me.

"It's almost there, it's almost there, and there's something to eat when it's there. Don't cry, don't cry, you'll eat when you get there! "Someone is comforting their own children.

"Sanxi, did you say that your sister-in-law and they also got there?" Dong Erhei asked anxiously.

"Brother Erhei, don't worry, even if they are a little slower, they will come back here sooner or later."

As they spoke, everyone got closer, and saw that there were already a lot of people gathered there, and the group walked over, but they couldn't squeeze in, and they couldn't see what was inside.

After a while, there was a little commotion in front, and Wang Dali thought that this must be a meal. So he wanted to squeeze forward, but he didn't want the people in front of him to come to the back, and the two sides collided, and Wang Dali almost fell.

"Backwards, backwards! You follow him! One follows the other, don't cut the queue, you know? Whoever the is running around, he won't have anything to eat today, and I'm going to whip him hard! A man with an iron ruler in his hand first shoved the king behind a man, and then shouted so loudly. The other man stood aside with a whip in his hand, whipping it in the air.

It's just that it's not easy for those who have never been trained to queue up according to the rules. You must know that those people in later generations can easily line up, it is because they have been accustomed to "sitting in rows and dividing the fruits" since kindergarten. And most people in this era have never stood in line. And those few soaps are not good-tempered and patient people, as long as other people's movements are a little slower, it is a whip to pull over, and now people wear less, and a whip past, it is really skin and flesh. Dong Erhei was looking for his wife everywhere, so he put on a soap head-on. The official yelled at him, but he didn't understand, so he was whipped twice. The official yelled two more words, but at this time, Dong Erhei became more and more blind, and still stood there and didn't dare to move, as a result, the official became more and more annoyed, picked up the whip, and wanted to beat again.

Fortunately, at this time, Liu Sanxi ran out and said with a smile: "Poor master, this person is a fool, I don't understand, I don't mean to bump into your old age, you are old and angry." Then he pulled Dong Erhei and ran back.

Wang Dali followed the team to move slowly, Wang Dali saw that there seemed to be several sheds in front of them, and after a long time, they arrived at a shed, in which there was a large wooden barrel, several people in brocade clothes and hats stood aside, and there were some wooden bowls next to one of them. Wherever the victim came from, he asked the man to pick up a bowl, and then the other person scooped up a ladle of porridge for him, and told him to drink it and put it back down. The number of wooden bowls is not much, only a dozen, and every time the wooden bowl is taken out, the people behind can only wait, and the people in front can only eat when they finish eating.

After a long time, at last it was Wang Dali's turn, and he picked up a bowl as usual, and then the man who looked like a housekeeper standing behind the barrel scooped him a spoonful of porridge. This scoop of porridge is clear and bright, how many meters in it can almost be counted, although some other things are added, but in general, it is very, very clear, a gust of wind blows, and you can see layers of ripples on the porridge surface.

But it's already very good if people are willing to give you food and give you food, where are the points you choose? So Wang Dali hurriedly took the bowl of porridge and drank it in a big gulp. Wang Dali drank quickly, firstly because the porridge was already cold, and secondly, he had already thought about it when he was queuing up just now, so he drank it quickly, and then hurriedly ran to the back to queue up to see if he could get another bowl.

The people who drank the porridge with him obviously thought the same way, they drank almost as fast as Wang Dali, and in the blink of an eye, the person who got the porridge in front of Wang Dali had already drunk it, and as soon as he put the bowl in the bucket, he ran towards the back of the line. Wang Dali also hurriedly drank the last bit of porridge in the bowl in one gulp, then put the bowl down, and followed the man towards the back of the team.

Several officials were still patrolling the front and back of the team, and the guy who was running in front of Wang Dali just wanted to run into the team, but was suddenly dragged out by a bureaucracy, and one fell to the ground. Then the official whipped it over, and scolded in his mouth: "You black-hearted, you have already eaten, and you are still drilling here!" How many people haven't eaten yet, and you want to starve everyone? Lao Tzu beat you to death without conscience! Then a few more lashes were given. After pumping these whips, the official shouted to everyone again: "Fathers and fellow villagers, now that there is a catastrophe, Master Ma, Zheng Gongzi and many good people in the city have set up this porridge stall, which is to save everyone's lives." It's just that everyone also knows how rare this food is now, and how many people are affected by the disaster, and each person can live if they drink a bowl. If you drink one more bowl, some people will not be able to drink it, and some people will starve to death. If I let him drink this bowl more in a few days, tomorrow they will have more strength than you, and they will be able to grab the front to drink, and then who will starve to death? Old and young masters, you say, shouldn't Lao Tzu beat a guy like them hard? ”

When the people around heard this, they shouted:

"This poor master is right! This kind of person should be beaten! ”

"This kind of conscienceless person is not only to be beaten, but to be killed!"

"Yes, yes, yes! It's time to kill the head! ”

The official looked at everyone's reaction with satisfaction, and then looked down at the guy who was still lying on the ground, and scolded: "Dog, don't let Lao Tzu get out of the way and stay!" If you dare to do any tricks, Lao Tzu will correct your Fa on the spot! ”

The man got up from the ground, covered his wounds, and ran to the side with his head down. The official sneered, turned his face, and glanced at Wang Dali, who was on the side, and the look was so cold that Wang Dali couldn't help but shudder. He looked at the leather whip in the hand of the officer, and naturally did not dare to go into the back line, so he could only hide to the side first.

"Fathers and fellow villagers!" The official shouted again, "Now that there are so many people, and a few of us can't see the place, everyone helps me to keep a little attention, if there are unruly and disorderly, and there are people who want to be greedy like just now, everyone sees it and shouts, see if Lao Tzu doesn't kill them!" ”

"It's hard work!"

"I'll find out!"

People responded one after another. Wang Dali originally wanted to wait for those officials to sneak in quietly when they weren't paying attention, but now looking at this, he knew that there must be no way. So he walked aside, found a stone and sat down, and remembered his thoughts. Knowing this, he realized that his sweet dream in the morning was full of problems. He doesn't have any grain that can support the autumn harvest, if he borrows it, he just follows his father's old path, and not to mention whether the Zhao family has a title deed, at least he doesn't have a title deed to mortgage, so why should people lend him grain? In addition, there is a more direct problem that he doesn't know how to return to Zhaozhuang at all. He doesn't know the way, and there may not be anything to eat on the road.